"Why are you running away...?"
Gu Luo watched Gu Ximan's hurried retreating figure, his emotions tangled in a complicated knot.
Sigh...
There was no denying it—Ximan had blossomed into an exquisite beauty, her every movement radiating a unique charm that could topple cities. She was the perfect blend of loveliness and allure.
Had he not raised her himself, witnessing every step of her growth, even he might have been utterly captivated.
Just then, an unbidden image flashed through Gu Luo's mind—Gu Ximan's delicate, cherry-like lips, so tender they seemed ready to bruise at the slightest touch.
That stolen first kiss... in his dreams...
Wait—
No. He couldn’t think about that.
It felt sinful, almost like a form of L.L. to him.
After taking two and a half seconds to steady himself, he strode straight back to the bedroom.
Only to find Luo Shuning pinned beneath Luo Shuhe’s perky backside, struggling uselessly.
Why did this scene feel so familiar?
And once again, he’d missed the twins’ little wrestling match.
What a shame.
"Big brother... help me."
Seeing her savior return, Luo Shuning immediately called for rescue.
"Ahem... Shuhe, get up. Let’s keep playing the game," Gu Luo said, deliberately shifting the topic as his gaze involuntarily drifted toward Gu Ximan, whose cheeks were still flushed.
The moment the words left his mouth, he regretted them.
Maybe they shouldn’t play this game at all.
He had far too many secrets with these little angels—and devils.
"Then let’s continue!"
Before Luo Shuhe could react, Luo Shuling swooped in like a gust of wind, yanking her off Luo Shuning with a mischievous grin. "Your turn, Shuhe!"
"Yeah, Shuhe-jie, it’s your turn!" Gu Ximan chimed in eagerly.
As the saying goes, those who have been drenched in rain will snatch away others’ umbrellas.
Luo Shuhe fell silent for a moment, scanning the spread of playing cards before finally plucking one from the middle.
Written on it was: Truth—Would you be willing to perform a "uniform fantasy" for the person you like?
"Ooooh~!"
Gu Ximan immediately let out a teasing squeal—this question was way spicier than the one she’d drawn earlier.
Without hesitation, Luo Shuhe answered boldly, "Of course. Black stockings, white stockings, nude stockings, fishnets, nothing at all, nurse outfits, teacher outfits... whatever he wants to see, I’d do it."
"Ooooh~!"
"Ooooh~!"
Gu Ximan and Luo Shuling dragged out their exclamations in unison, their narrowed eyes practically screaming—So this is the real Shuhe, huh?
Gu Luo’s throat tightened, and he barely suppressed a cough, though his heart rippled with unspoken thoughts.
Meanwhile, Luo Shuning wore a complicated expression but stayed silent.
"Alright, next is Shuning-jie!"
Clearly caught up in the game’s momentum, Gu Ximan snatched the cards from Luo Shuling and handed them to Luo Shuning, her face brimming with anticipation.
Everyone’s going down!
"Hmm..."
After a brief pause, Luo Shuning picked the card at the very bottom.
Flipping it over revealed: Truth—If your partner cheated on you, what would you do?
"Ooooh~!"
Gu Ximan nearly bounced in excitement, her eyes sparkling with gossipy delight.
Luo Shuning merely smiled with unshakable confidence. "It wouldn’t happen. The person I love would never cheat."
"Shuning-jie, that’s cheating! The question says if—if they cheated," Gu Ximan pressed, clearly hoping for a juicier answer.
"There is no if. Once the person I love is with me, they’d never even think of cheating," Luo Shuning declared, unwavering in her conviction.
"...Yeah, I guess that makes sense."
Gu Ximan pondered it—with Shuning-jie’s looks, figure, and family background, anyone who’d dare cheat must have lost their mind.
But then she suddenly remembered her dear friend Lu Xuexue, who was all too willing to be the "other woman."
As the rightful partner, a wave of complicated emotions surged in her chest, and she sighed.
"Ah... but sometimes, even when you know it’s wrong, you just... can’t bring yourself to be ruthless."
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rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
tions: attribute allocation, analysis, proficiency, and simulation. Specializing in mechanical alchemy, from crafting sorcerous battle armor to handcrafting mechanical maidens, his mechanical legion conquers endless realms... Relying on his wits, he begins with a student-teacher romance, wins over a female director, enslaves a female assassin and a underworld queen, becoming the husband of a Grand Duchess... He enslaves the Goddess of Magic from the divine realm, developing his power simultaneously in both the Wizard World and the Realm of Gods...
